Wait for Me

Move the fuck out of my way!

"Excuse me, sir?"

Too bad I can't say what's ever really on my mind...

When the rather large man doesn't move, I am almost tempted to start tapping my foot in annoyance.

Come on! Table 5 needs their drinks and I'm not getting any richer standing here!

I bite my bottom lip to feign from lashing out. Even though it totally goes against my values, being polite is rule one, Eren...calm down.

I look around the descent sized restaurant, instantly finding another route to table five.

Balancing two trays in hand, I weave through tables and chairs filled with food and chatting people. Maria's Wall always seemed to be filled, especially during the afternoon.

"Waiter!" Someone waves to me as I zoom past.

Ugh are you shitting me? Can you not see I have 2 trays full of drinks and can't exactly help you with what you need?!? "How can I help you?"

"Could we get an extra set of napkins? I seemed to have spilled something." The older woman laughs.

Ha. And I've seemed to finally go insane from stupid requests such as this.

"Of course!" I exclaim in my fake, waiter voice. "Let me just drop these off, and I'll be right with you."

Now, even though there were other workers, 99.9% of the time it felt as if I were the only one here.

I begin speed walking to my destination once more, finally reaching table 5. After repeating my memorised 'enjoy' and 'Is there anything else you need?' I hurry back toward the kitchen to hand out my next set of food.

Multiple times I have to remind myself...this is all for the money. It'll be over eventually.

"Yo! Eren!" I whip around to the sound of one of the many other workers, a waiter named Jean.

I roll my eyes. Whenever I talk to this guy, no good seems to come from it.

"Take this order for me. I gotta piss and tonight's super packed."

"No way, I've already got--"

"Thanks, Jaeger." Jean was already tossing me his note pad and pen, leaving me no object.

I let out a groan. There's no break in life is there?

I flip open the notepad looking at the table number I needed to assist. Table 77, party of one.

Phfft. Why come to a family restaurant by yourself?

Shrugging my shoulder, I walk toward my assigned table until the lone figure comes in view.

Yeesh...now I can see why their alone...they're creepy as hell.

Not only was he wearing all black, (which I didn't mind at all) but his facial expression screamed trouble.

Swallowing thickly, I walk up to the table and clear my throat since the man sitting here seemed to be occupied with the menu.

"Good afternoon! My name's Eren and I'll be--"

"Tch. Cut the fake introduction...I'll just have a glass water."

I falter in writing his order, mainly because I'm taken by surprise from his attitude. Well, in work there's always that one rude person you'll encounter.